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To return to Oz We've fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws Please help me friend from coming down I've lost myself and now I can't be found
The wheelies are cutting pavement And the skeksies at the rave meant to hide deep inside their suncken facea and their wild rolling eyes But their calluse words reveal that they can no longer feel love or sex appeal, the patchwork girl has come to sinch the deal
She said is this the return to Oz? The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws There's a wind-up mad spinning round and round What once was Emerald City's now a crystal town
